“Winter invites white; white invites silence; silence invites peace. You see, there is so much peace in walking on the snow!”

If you know the North, you know where the South is; if you know the darkness, you know where the light is! Evil is an excellent compass for the good!

Every time you go to the zoo, you prolong the captivity of the animals there! If no one goes to the zoos, there will be no zoos! Destroying the evil is very simple and it is in your hand!

Be as soft as possible, if something good and wise wants to shape you; be as hard as possible, if something bad and foolish wants to shape you!

When the waves are crazy, the land is prettier!

In a conservative old town, say something new and be prepared for the stones!

Set your affection to infinity and your hate to zero!

Master Alfred de Musset says great artists have no country. They have also no world! They belong to the space, to the universe, to anything infinite!

Doing goodness is good only when you don’t expect anything in return; not a medal, not even a simple thanking!

If you have a guru, leave him; if you don’t have, get one. In other words, keep changing your gurus! Ocean’s wisdom comes from knowing many ships and many fishes, many storms and many waves!

If you want to give an advice to someone, you must first be somebody.

For a great willpower, no road has length!

Dancing of the autumn leaves on the surface of a lake is a dream we see when we are awake!

Sincere wishes come true.

Man must spend much more time in extraordinary natural places to grasp much better how remarkable our planet is and to realise what a great privilege and what an enormous joy to be living here!

If you love the roses, that is ordinary; if you love the weeds, that is extraordinary! Rather than being common, be extraordinary!

Falling in love is like submerging beneath the ocean with a submarine; you leave the outside world and wander in the silence of dimness.

It is said that in some countries trees will grow, but will bear no fruit because there is no winter there.

It is reported from ‘Ubayd ibn ‘Umayr (radiAllahu anhu) that he said: “It used to be said when winter came:

Fowls, by winter forced, forsake the floods, and wing their hasty flight to happier lands.

Coaches who shoot par in the summer are the guys I want on my schedule in the winter.

In your hands winter is a book with cloud pages that snow pearls of love.

When winter withers – my bones begin to thaw, my lungs crackle as they expand, and the blood in my veins start to flow and I awaken from hibernation – hungry for happiness and eager to let go.

A wooded winter trail awaits, no footprints pressed upon the snow – a path I dared not once to take but now – I must go.

Write. No amount of self-inflicted misery, altered states, black pullovers or being publicly obnoxious will ever add up to your being a writer. Writers write. On you go.